" Anything good?" No, just one of those Nora Roberts bodice rippers." Usual story? Wife having a sordid affair with the hubby's best friend?" Yes, pre...ty much."After dinner I helped with the dishes and then I went and retrieved my cassette recorder and then went in to my home office to 'catch up on some paperwork'. I rewound the tape, hit the PLAY button and then listened as my wife and my so-called best friend disparaged me between bouts on the bed. What interested me most were the. Watching me get harder and harder was a thrill for her. “Are you going to cum at all?” she said. “I hope so. Why don’t you spit on it. I mean drool saliva all over it and do it some more.” So she did. She drooled all over it. Ohhhhhhh god, did that feel good or what? Yes, it did. I was as hard as could be. I was as hard as ever. I felt it coming too. I was about to shoot out all over the place. “You want to feel it big time?” I said. “Like how?” she asked in that demure tone of voice of hers.. Without saying a word, she dropped to a squat in front of me, pulled my workout pants and shorts down, and swallowed my thick, sweaty cock. While one hand caressed my shaft and balls, she slid the other around to my ass and teased my hole with her fingertip. She swallowed my entire cock, then pulled back, kissed the tip, moved down the shaft, and licked every sweaty inch of my balls. The thought of her enjoying the taste of my sweat was intoxicating, and she obviously knew what she was doing. That cutelittle one-eyed monster was painted with pink lipstick, too. She wore alace-trimmed pink satin garter belt that supported sheer pink nylons. Shewas four inches taller in the pink platform ankle strap pumps she waswearing. "Oh my god, you better order more balm, Betty. That outfit'sgoing to cause a sell out," Kay said."She does look adorable," Betty agreed. "I'll have to hang a sign on herclit saying 'Please don't touch the merchandise'." I have a better idea," Kay said. "Hang a sign.